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rent?”
    Bill nodded. “So now, if you want to get something done to your hair, go to Clip and Curl.”
    I’d only been to a hairdresser once in my life. If the ends got ragged, I usually went over to Arlene’s trailer and she trimmed them evenly. “Do you think my hair needs something done to it?” I asked uncertainly.
    “No, it’s beautiful.” Bill was reassuringly positive. “But if you should want to go, they have, ah, manicures, and hair-care products.” He said “hair-care products” as if it were in a foreign language. I stifled a smile.
    “And,” he continued, “take anyone you want to LaLaurie’s, and you won’t have to pay.”
    I turned in my seat to stare at him.
    “And Tara knows that if you come in, she will put any clothes you buy on my account.”
    I could feel my temper creak and give way. Bill, unfortunately, could not. “So, in other words,” I said,proud of the evenness of my voice, “they know to indulge the boss’s fancy woman.”
    Bill seemed to realize he’d made a mistake. “Oh, Sookie,” he began, but I wasn’t having any of it. My pride had risen up and whopped me in the face. I don’t lose my temper a lot, but when I do, I make a good job of it.
    “Why can’t you just send me some damn flowers, like anyone else’s boyfriend? Or some candy. I like candy. Just buy me a Hallmark card, why don’t you? Or a kitten or a scarf!”
    “I meant to give you something,” he said cautiously.
    “You’ve made me feel like a kept woman. And you’ve certainly given the people who work at those businesses the impression I am.”
    As far as I could tell in the dim dashboard light, Bill looked like he was trying to figure out the difference. We were just past the turnoff to Mimosa Lake, and I could see the deep woods on the lake side of the road in Bill’s headlights.
    To my complete surprise, the car coughed and stopped dead. I took it as a sign.
    Bill would’ve locked the doors if he’d known what I was going to do, because he certainly looked startled when I scrambled out of the car and marched over to the woods by the road.
    “Sookie, get back in here right now!” Bill was mad now, by God. Well, it had taken him long enough.
    I shot him the bird as I stepped into the woods.
    I knew if Bill wanted me in the car, I’d be in the car, since Bill’s about twenty times stronger and faster than me. After a few seconds in the darkness, I almost wished he’d catch up with me. But then my pride gave a twitch, and I knew I’d done the right thing. Bill seemed to be a little confused about the nature of our relationship, and I wanted him to get it straight in his head. He could justtake his sorry ass to Shreveport and explain my absence to his superior, Eric. By golly, that’d show him.
    “Sookie,” Bill called from the road, “I’m going to go to the nearest service station to get a mechanic.”
    “Good luck,” I muttered under my breath. A service station with a full-time mechanic, open at night? Bill was thinking of the fifties, or some other era.
    “You’re acting like a child, Sookie,” Bill said. “I could come to get you, but I’m not going to waste the time. When you’re calm, come get in the car and lock it. I’m going now.” Bill had his pride, too.
    To my mingled relief and concern, I heard the faint footfalls along the road that meant Bill was running at vampire speed. He’d really left.
    He probably thought he was teaching me a lesson. When it was just the opposite. I told myself that several times. After all, he’d be back in a few minutes. I was sure. All I had to do was be sure I didn’t stumble far enough through the woods to fall into the lake.
    It was really dark in the pines. Though the moon was not full, it was a cloudless night, and the shadows in the trees were pitch black in contrast with the cool remote glow of the open spaces.
    I made my way back to the road, then took a deep breath and began marching back toward Bon Temps, the opposite